They are the first class.

After noon, it was the second shift of Redbeard, Levine and Paine, and the mercenary captain Gross and Miss Mage Ladia were on patrol at night-

This arrangement has a very obvious meaning, and the formulator is naturally the head of the regiment himself, Gros.

Although what happened last night was a little embarrassing, the men and women who were in love still wanted to spend more time alone, and the members of the mercenary group saw it in their eyes, although they didn't say anything, but there was a smile in their eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"Scott, I feel like I've been really hard lately."

After Scott got to grips with his horse and rode away, Oliver couldn't help but whisper with a smile on his face—

His smile looked obscene, and every raised pimple on his face glowed with a greasy sheen beneath the thick brown curls.

"Hmm-"

Scott turned his head and answered, but he didn't answer much—Scott was very satisfied with his current days, and most of the time, he had been following Gross's teachings and practicing martial arts desperately.

Except for the regiment commander Gross, no one knew that his strength had reached the peak of his inauguration.

And according to Scott's always taciturn nature, he rarely has the habit of boasting.

These days are still in good weather, and spring often means rain, but at the end of February, it has not begun to rain as in previous years, and the sky is blue, and the clouds are as white as a flawless white veil.

Scott and Oliver's horses and carts staggered by, their hooves stamping on the streets, raising a little dust, and the town of Faun was different from the larger towns, where the roads were compacted pavement, not clean, neat, solid slates—

Luckily, the drainage ditches on both sides of the road were clear, so the whole town didn't turn into a wet mud pond in rainy weather.

"Let's go back and forth along the alpaca street, and then, back to the 'fox and the berries', at this crossroads, in the direction of the Baron de Cardino's estate, turn back, and look at the junction on the west side of the town. As for those small alleys, they are also the focus of our attention......"

After the two horses had walked out of the road, Scott said leisurely, his voice not very fast, and this leisurely and slow tone seemed to exhaust Oliver's patience, and the old friend close to Scott rubbed his nose and interrupted Scott's continued statement:

"I know that in small alleys like those secluded and dark, there are usually hidden evils that cannot be seen, and I think it is necessary to patrol those alleys and corners. Scott, after the street patrol, we're in charge of half of the town......"

"That doesn't sound like a good idea."

"Why?"

Oliver tilted his head, Scott's emphasis was always slow and serious, which made him feel a little bored, and although Levine was a kid who liked to raise the bar with him, at least, the atmosphere between him and Levine was always much more relaxed and lively.

"It's not smart enough to talk to the head."

After Scott said this, his eyes looked at both sides of the street—

In the early morning, the town of Faun did not have many pedestrians, except for some caravan wagons that were rushing early, and after the invasion of the undead, the whole town also looked a little dilapidated. Although the local lord, Baron Cardinor, had already organized the repair of some of the dilapidated buildings, this difficult work was only the beginning, and it was far from decent.

The situation of the town is like that of the Northland Nogo in this year, although it can still see the glory of the past, but it has lost its vigor and vitality.

The boy finally fled back to the small town of Faun.

It's a pity that he clearly underestimated the endurance of Farmer Ford -

Like this kind of Nuogo's native mud legs, although they are not good-looking, and they have not practiced any orthodox martial arts, their physical fitness to dig in the fields all day long is not so bad.

Heavy breathing, dry air pouring into his lungs, Farmer Ford felt that his lungs were about to burn, and he seemed to find the reason why he had never been able to catch up with the damned thief, and he threw down the stick in his hand, and strode after the thief like a meteor catching the moon.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters......

The thief's figure was close in sight, and his nose could already smell the sour smell of sweat from the boy's clothes—he stretched out his arm, and the nimble and athletic boy bent and circled around the mountains and forests, and pulled the distance away again—

Three-meter ...... Five-meter ...... 10 meters ......

The two of them seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, and you chased me all the way back to the town of Faun from the mountains and forests outside the countryside.

Alpaca Street.

The wind in his ears was breathing, and the buildings in his vision were familiar to the boy, and he exhaled deeply, he knew that as long as he could get into those small alleys, he would have a chance to get rid of the hateful pursuer behind him—

He was still clutching the flour bag, and the flour didn't spill out, because his palm was already holding the part with the small hole that was leaking.

We're almost at the crossroads of Alpaca Street.

To be precise, this location was only a kilometer away from Baron Cardino's manor at most, and he and the middle-aged man behind him chased all the way around in a big circle, and returned to the town of Faun from the mountains and forests outside the town-

Suddenly, he stopped his hurried steps.

Behind him the pursuers cried out hoarsely, their dehydrated vocal cords sounding close to the last howl of a beast:

"My lord, please catch that thief! That kid is a shameful thief! ”

The sight of two knights at the front of the street made Farmer Ford suddenly overjoyed, and he shouted as he raised his arms and pointed at the boy in front of him.

A hint of panic flashed in the boy's eyes.

And this panic did not escape the eyes of Scott and Oliver.

Scott's gaze came, and the boy lowered his head slightly, hurriedly dodging.

Scottler spun his horse's hooves and crossed the middle of the street, blocking the boy's path.

"What's going on?"

He asked. Although the tone was gentle, the sharp and sharp gaze was already fixed on the boy and the farmer White.

"Phew—great, sir, this thief ran to Baron Cardino's estate and stole a bag of flour."

The boy looked at Scott and Oliver on horseback without saying a word, and Farmer Ford finally stopped, stood respectfully in front of them, and said—

He didn't know the two men on horseback, and he couldn't remember the faces of each of the knights under the Baron's command, but the other man's outfit was exactly the same as the knights he had seen in the past, and he immediately thought of them as Baron Cardinor's subordinates.

I have pursued this damned thief with all my heart, and even if I don't have much credit, I believe that he will not be punished by Lord Baron.

He glanced at the boy viciously, and then faced the two knights on horseback with a flattering attitude. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~